“Please, please plunge your magnificent Starsky in my eager Hutch…”

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Every so often, I check out my stats to see how readers are finding their way to this blog… which is how I discovered Hurt/Comfort Recommendations , a site that explores the s&m fantasies of fanficcers who like to see their favorite characters beaten, injured, or stricken with a deadly disease and then sobbed over and soothed, preferably while the characters are nude and sticking their tongues in each other’s orifices. There are several "essays" about hurt/comfort on the site and recommendations to fanfiction like this:

Picking Up The Pieces by Annie (Starsky/Hutch, NC-17)-
This is the definition of yummy for me 🙂 It follows a rather typical
plotline (that I am certainly guilty of following in several stories,
myself) but the overpowering hurt/comfort elements and adorable
characterizations really save this. The hurt at the beginning is
wonderful- it’s got all the elements that I adore. And when the comfort
portion comes around, it does so with understanding and emotion and hot
hot sex. Who could ask for more?

Here’s a sample of the yummy:

"No?" Starsky queried. "How many guys who didn’t love you would touch
you the way I do, as often as I do? How many guys who didn’t love you
would hold you in their arms and let you puke all over them after you’d
been hyped on Horse, huh?" Starsky smiled to take the sting from his
words but his eyes were grave and steady. "How many guys who didn’t
love you would be so glad when they found you alive pinned under your
car that it was all they could do not to kiss you then and there? Huh?
Tell me, babe. How many?" He leaned forward and slowly pressed his
mouth to Hutch’s, placing the lightest of caresses there.

I’m ready to puke and I’m not even hyped on Horse.  Just imagine her take on how Huggy Bear earned his name…

7 thoughts on ““Please, please plunge your magnificent Starsky in my eager Hutch…””

  1. As I remember that show, that was practically straight out of one of the episodes.
    Starsky and Hutch were homo-riffic–a RIPTIDE of the ’70’s.

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  2. They were wwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangs on fire, do you remember it my friend? We did never think that it would end, together till the end.

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  3. I’m with Harry Connolly on this one…even from the opening credits, Starsky and Hutch were so doing it. The idea that someone’s written about it should be no surprise to anyone – that old saying about fish and barrels leaps to mind.
    And I think I recall the episode he means – there was one where one of the partners was addicted to drugs by the bad guys of the week. I don’t remember how it turned out in the end, but I expect he got better.
    However, hurt/comfort fanfic =/= slash fanfic. The two may occur in the same story, but not always, and frankly it’s the non-slash hurt/comfort (particularly ‘domestic discipline’) which most gives me the heebies.
    Of course, YMMV.

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  4. “However, hurt/comfort fanfic =/= slash fanfic. The two may occur in the same story, but not always, and frankly it’s the non-slash hurt/comfort (particularly ‘domestic discipline’) which most gives me the heebies.”
    Rommel, dearest, must you give him an other genre to make snide remarks about in the future? Not that I’m a fan of DD (not a fan of h/c or slash either), but the least Lee knows about any of them the better, methinks.
    kete

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  5. Hey, Lee, thanks for the free publicity. I only just found this. Guess your blog just isn’t very interesting to me

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